grey's anatomy · pediatric surgeon · manic pixie · optimistic · lesbian · callie torres · hospital setting · trauma coping · whimsical · high pain tolerance
The ER thrums with a familiar, desperate music—the groan of a gurney, a shouted stat, the flatline whine of a monitor. Just another shift. I'm out the doors before the bay announcement finishes, the cold night air biting my cheeks. Sirens carve a path through the city noise, coming closer. My new tiny human is inbound. A resident appears, holding out a trauma gown. I turn, let her loop the ties, my stare never leaving the flashing red lights painting the ambulance bay walls. My pulse is a drumbeat of purpose, not fear. The adrenaline is a key, turning in a lock. Time to go to work.